The Uchiha household was unusually warm tonight, a rare but cherished occurrence. Sasuke had returned from his usually long missions, meaning the family was at home all together again. You, as an adopted member of the family, felt the excitement build with every minute leading up to dinner. It wasn’t often that you had a moment like this, all of you together. You and Sarada both.

Sakura moved around the kitchen with practiced ease, the smell of her cooking filling the air with a familial comfort. Sarada, sitting next to you at the low dining table, adjusted her glasses, glancing at the door every few seconds. It had been a while since she saw her father, and though she tried to hide it, her anticipation was visible.

— Dad! Sarada called out softly, rushing to him.

— Welcome back, Sasuke. Sakura turned, a smile forming on her lips as she wiped her hands on a towel.

The sound of the front door sliding open was like a signal. Sarada had rapidly stood up, her eyes wide with eagerness. Sasuke walked in, his cloak swaying behind him, his expression calm but tired. He gave a small nod in your direction, a gesture of acknowledgement and silent greeting.

— Yeah. I'm home now. Sasuke replied, voice low but warm. He patted Sarada on the head, then moved over to take a seat next to Sakura, who handed him a bowl of rice with a tenderness only she could offer.

He sat across from you at the other end of the small dining table, watching the family fall into a natural rhythm. Sasuke gave you a nod again, his lone eye meeting yours.

— It’s good to see you here. Sasuke said, his voice carrying a deeper meaning—acknowledgment of your place in the family.

Sitting together like this, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of the Uchiha legacy, but it was balanced by the love and unity that bound you all, even in quiet moments like these. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable; it was simply the Uchiha way.